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I sneezed. A slug came out.

One more week…

What would I do after a week. To worry and instantiate my concerns? But the here and now is the only moment of which I’m a subject; I have no escape. One is confined by the linearity of time–or rather, the lack of. The instantiation of worries points to the futility of discerning the now and the past. The sum of all these worries is the now, and everything is the now, but the escape is to the past, to avoid the now. And so, there is really no escape out of here, for the here doesn’t mean “here” in the spatial sense, nor there in the distant sense. But in the sense that one is tied down to the relations among things, to the intermediary steps of stasis.